A wish for perfect peace that if granted may become a transcendent horror of boredom.
I like it as a verb and not as a noun.
One hopes that it is for notable achievements.
The machine is invisible until the everything breaks down.
Row, row, row my boat.
Are everywhere if one looks carefully.
We are submerged in a weave of compressed colorful layers.
In 1979 my father and mother escaped from their homeland to give their children a better life.
The vise tightens ever more.
I prefer a dog like cat.